I'll confess. This is favorite six sentence snippet that I've posted, and one of the few times I've tried writing comedy and felt that it worked the way I wanted it to. Grace spent the last two Sunday's falling, this Sunday she discovers why. Also, in a clip that I haven't posted, she and Luke discuss her attire which isn't exactly appropriate for farm use.
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“My skirt, that doesn’t make any sense, I never trip over my ...” the words run dry in my throat as I glance at my legs.
My tennis shoes, considerably dirtier then they had been when I left the house are still on my feet, but the only thing that stretched between them and my low-ride, lime green bikini panties is a lot of pale bare skin. Too dismayed to register any embarrassment just yet, I glance up at Luke who looks about ready to explode with laughter.
He points to the pigs who grunt and squeal as the use my skirt to play a lively game of tug-of-war. “The piglet you befriended was chewing on the bottom, and when you took a step it kind of snagged around your ankles, tripping you. As you fell, she spooked and ran, but didn’t let go and the skirt just kind of slipped off.”
I should probably mention that Grace favors long peasant skirts with an elastic waist.